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I dreamt that I was performing a bus service with my car. I picked up 2 boys and was on my way to pick up a girl. In my dream, I had knowledge of how to get to her, or so I thought. I was going up this narrow road that spiraled up a mountain. I "knew" that once I got to the top, there would be some kind of road that led off to this girl's house.
However, my dream knowledge betrayed me. When I got to the top of the mountain, the road ended abruptly in a very far drop, all the way to the bottom. I had no trouble stopping in time but was not liking the idea of having to back all the way back down the mountain. I went out of my body to examine the surrounding area to try to find the road that was supposed to be there. There was no road anywhere.
Somehow, I got back down to level ground. At this point, I got confused about whether I was supposed to be taking children to school or bringing them home. In any event, I failed miserably because night came, and I still had the 2 boys with me and had never found the girl. I'd say the boys were around 13. I think I must have gotten lost. I parked the car outside this building, and we all went inside. When we got inside, I saw what I somehow knew were "Blood" members sitting around at tables, drinking or playing cards or something. For some reason, the Blood members considered the boys' shaved heads to make them look like Cripp members.
One of them said to the boys, "You guys look like Cripps." One of the boys answered, "Yeah, I just never wear my bandana in my pocket because people kept stealing it." At this, I thought, "Uh oh, he doesn't know this guy is a 'Blood' member." I went to another room inside the building, happy that my head wasn't shaved, and saw more "Blood" members.
They said something to me, and I went back to the first room and then outside. I was relieved that the gang members didn't give me any trouble. I went out to my car and saw that the trunk was open. When I looked in the trunk, it was empty. I said out loud, "Oh man, I left my trunk open and someone stole all my stuff!" Then, I started to think about how in the past when something this bad happened, it had been a dream. Quickly, I reflected back on how bizarre the day's events had been and realized that I did not have the memories to support how it all came to be. "Bus service? Going out of my body? Where are those boys?? I didn't leave my trunk open!" I realized I, at that very moment, was in a dream.
I hit my fists on the roof of my car and triumphantly declared, "This is a dream! This is a dream!" Then, I stopped freaking out about it and realized that I could try to make something happen. So, I turned around with my back to the car, held out my hands gesturing to nothing and tried to make something happen. As soon as I did that, my hands felt like they lost circulation. Then, I couldn't see. "Oh no, I'm waking up," I thought, along with many other things. I thought about how I didn't want to wake up because once you do, you can never get back to that dream. Nevertheless, there I was, lying in bed on my hands.
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